“You would shave your pu**y and keep it bare for me at all times. ”
Ouch.
“All your orgasms would belong to me and you would only be allowed to have one following my permission. ”
“Forever?” she asked. “That seems a bit extreme. ”
“Have you felt sexually deprived in any way, shape, or form since you’ve been with me?”
Hell, no, she hadn’t. In fact, she felt just the opposite—fulfilled, content, sated. She shook her head.
“Maybe I’m being a bit prideful,” he said. “But I’d like to think I’m a generous Dom when it comes to permission. ”
She kissed his cheek. “You were very generous tonight. ”
“Thank you. ”
“Anything else?” she asked.
“I’d claim your ass. ”
“You don’t mean by spanking, do you?”
“No, I’d claim it with my cock. I enjoy anal sex a lot and I believe I’d like f**king your ass very much. ”
Throughout their talk, she’d felt comfortable and warm. But the thought of anal sex scared her and she felt a light sweat break out over her skin.
“I’ve never . . . ,” she started.
“I know you haven’t,” he said, tightening his arms around her. “And I know you’re scared, but I would also expect you to know that we’d take it slow and easy. That I would make everything about the experience as pleasurable as possible and that I would only f**k you there when I knew you were ready. ”
“Well, when you put it that way. ”
He smiled at her.
“Your c**k is huge, though. I may never be ready. ”
He laughed. “Flattery won’t get you out of it. I’ll fit. ”
“Says the one not getting it in the ass. ”
“Says the one who will treat you like the world’s most precious and desired treasure. ” He shifted her so she reclined with her head on the armrest and her body resting along the length of the couch while he held himself above her. “Says the one who honors and respects your submission too much to ever give you cause to fear me. Says the one who will push you to your limits, but never past them. And says the one who would rather cut off his own arm than cause you pain you don’t want. ”
r /> “As opposed to pain I do want?” she asked. He was hard between her legs; she doubted the conversation would last much longer.
“Did the spanking tonight in your shop hurt?”
“Yes. ”
“Would you want to do it again?”
Understanding flooded her mind. “Yes. ”
“Then there’s a pain you do want. ” He started undoing the buttons of her shirt. “We can talk more about this later. Collaring is serious and should be discussed seriously and carefully. We have all the time in the world and I want to be sure you know exactly what you’re getting into. Okay?”
She took a minute to think over her answer. So far he hadn’t mentioned anything he’d expect that she didn’t think she could do. She decided she’d trust him about the anal sex. There was no doubt in her mind he’d be as gentle as possible, while bringing her all the pleasure he could.
“Okay, sir. ”
He took both her hands in one of his, pulling her arms above her head, murmuring the entire time about how proud he was and how much she’d grown. She knew at that moment with certainty that it wasn’t a matter of if she’d wear his collar, but when.
ELEVEN
THREE MONTHS LATER
Julie sat in the middle of Daniel’s spare bedroom, eyes closed in excitement, while Dena braided her hair and pinned it tightly to her head. She’d been planning this evening for weeks, ever since Daniel first brought it up.
“There we go,” Dena said. Sasha held up a mirror for her inspection. Perhaps it was only her imagination, but her neck looked longer and conspicuously bare.
“Thank you. ” She gave Dena a hug, and glanced at the larger mirror over the dresser. She wore a simple cotton dress of white, with nothing underneath per Daniel’s request. Vaguely, she remembered their first date and smiled at how much had changed between them since then.
Though she didn’t live with him, she spent a good number of nights at his house each week. Since her return to him three months ago, their relationship had strengthened, both in his playroom and out of it.
“I love your nails,” Dena said.
“Thanks,” she said, admiring her new manicure. “Daniel treated me to a spa day yesterday and he insisted I get them done. ”
It was a small extravagance and wouldn’t last a day at work, but for now, she had girlie nails. Silly how such a little thing made her feel pretty, but even more so, it made her feel loved and cared for. He’d remembered her comment about wanting girlie nails from the night at the benefit and gave that to her.
So much better than flowers.
“I’d better be going. ” Sasha picked up her purse and glanced around, looking to make sure she hadn’t dropped anything.
Julie grabbed her in a hug. “It made my day that you came to help me. Thank you. ”
Sasha still fought her submissive side and while she never said as much, it was obvious she had misgivings about the step Julie was taking tonight. Yet she’d put that aside to stand beside her as she prepared.
When she pulled back, Sasha had tears in her eyes. “Daniel’s a great man. I’m truly happy for you. ”
Julie knew what the admission cost her and choked back her own tears. “Thank you. See you Monday. ”
Someday, she knew, Sasha would find her own great man.
Sasha left after saying good-bye to Dena, and then Julie took a few seconds to take several deep breaths. Once calm, she took the barely opened white rose from Dena and headed outside where Daniel and Master Parks waited. While discussing the evening, one of the points she and Daniel had debated was whom to invite. Eventually, they agreed to invite only Dena and Master Parks.
Daniel stood on the deck overlooking the expanse of his backyard, the warm evening breeze ruffling his hair. He wore dark tailored pants and his white shirt was unbuttoned around his throat. An almost completely opened red rose sat in a vase on a nearby table.